Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 613

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 613
Having spent countless hours at the Necromancer School, Simon had grown weary of bone after bone, yet human skeletal remains always felt different somehow.
Especially when discovered unexpectedly, in a place that reeked of suspicion.
“Let me take a look.”
While Merin stood frozen in place, Simon strode forward to examine the bones.
The skeletal fragments bore cracks and damage throughout, and the ribs in particular bore what looked like peculiar bite marks.
“Based on the bone structure, I’d estimate two males and one female. They haven’t been dead for very long. And—”
Simon closed his eyes slowly as he continued.
“They were murdered. Not starved or drowned.”
“…!”
The color drained from Merin’s face.
“Don’t say such frightening things!”
“It’s the truth.”
As Simon rose to his feet, his eyes narrowed.
“The Balkeje Family—the owners of this arena—they’re definitely hiding something.”
[Boy.]
At that moment, Pier’s fragment spoke directly into his mind.
[Eleven o’clock direction.]
Simon’s eyes rolled to follow the direction. A black shadow flickered across his field of vision, then vanished rapidly.
“Merin! Chase it!”
“Eh? What are we chasing?”
Simon unleashed his Dark Element aura and bolted forward at full speed. Merin’s expression was bewildered, but she quickly matched his pace with swift footfalls.
“Someone’s in this cave!”
Thud!
Simon activated his Dark Element aura across his entire body and kicked up his speed. He bounded along the cavern wall, then leapt with all his might to grab a jutting outcrop above and scampered upward.
‘Does this cavern lead all the way up to the arena?’
Whoosh!
Bang!
Like a nimble wild creature, Simon scaled the cliff face.
He affixed a Cloud to the wall and zipped and zagged through the air with deft leaps. Merin watched his movements in admiration, then quickly sketched a magical circle beneath her feet.
“Come with me!”

Whoooosh!
She summoned ice beneath her feet and ran up the rock face as well.
A sudden chase.
As they picked up speed, the figure fleeing ahead gradually became visible. It was running on four legs, and judging by the shadow’s size and footprints, its body was not particularly large.
“We have to catch it!”
At Simon’s gesture, a skeleton materialized from his subspace and enveloped his arm.

Snap! Snap! Snap!
He fired bone projectiles in succession as he ran, but kept missing since he was unfamiliar with the terrain.
Rushing to aim while running, Simon scraped his legs and even cracked his head on stalactites hanging from the ceiling.
The landscape favored the one ahead.
‘Damn!’
As Simon navigated around the rocky protrusions scattered across the cavern floor, the fleeing figure vanished completely from sight.
“Did we lose it?”
“Leave it to me!”
Merin caught up, closed her eyes, and thrust both hands forward. Complex formulas wriggled like earthworms within the unfolded circle, settling into place in an instant before she inscribed the Rune Language at once.

The magical circle condensed into a black sphere, then spread outward like a wavelength. Her expression tight with concentration, she immediately conjured an ice blade in her right hand and hurled it toward a nearby pillar.
Crash!
As the ice blade toppled the cavern pillar, something shot out from behind it.
“Ah!”
Everything happened too fast to react. It moved with lightning speed, struck Merin, and dragged her over the cliff’s edge.
Simon rushed toward the cliff’s rim in desperation.
Splash!
He watched as Merin and the fleeing creature plunged into the cavern pool below.
[Krhrhkr! This is quite the predicament.]
Pier spoke.
[Isn’t this the moment to wield a Legion Commander’s power?]
“……No.”
If he let Pier out here, there’d be no excuse—Pion’s identity would be exposed without question.
Of course, there was no need for that.
“Merin caught it.”

Crack-crack-crack-crack!
A bloom of ice erupted in the center of the water, exhaling pallid cold.
The surrounding water froze solid into an icy field, and the creature hung suspended among the flowering shards.
“Nice! Merin!”
Simon extended his right arm, fitted with the Bone Armor – Handgun Mode, straight forward.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
At the same instant, two Skeletons emerged from his Subspace and covered the handgun. The bones locked together, reassembling into a form with an extremely long and sleek barrel.

Having locked onto the creature frozen in the ice bloom, Simon pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Click-clack! Click-click!
The sound of bones being drawn to an extreme, then—Bang!—a short Bone Spear rocketed forward with acceleration.
Simon stumbled backward from the recoil, the sniper rifle shattered, and bones scattered everywhere.
Crack-crack-crack!
But the accuracy and power were undeniable.
The Bone Spear shot through the creature’s chest in one clean pierce.
-Screeeeeech!
A cry of agony tore through the air.
He could have taken its head off with one shot, but he had no intention of destroying it until he’d extracted information.
Simon descended at once onto the ice field Merin had frozen.
‘!’
He’d thought it a monster. It was a Natural-form Undead.
Its frame was gaunt enough to show its ribs, its face twisted like dough, wisps of hair still clinging to its skull and whipping in the air. Rotted saliva dripped from its mouth in streams. An Undead whose form defied easy definition.
‘So this thing killed those people earlier.’
The Undead thrashed violently against the ice pinning its lower half, cracks spider-webbing across the frozen surface.
Bang!
It burst free from the ice and charged.
‘Ah!’
Merin, who had likewise broken free from her own ice, saw it coming and cried out.
“Simon! Get away!”
The Undead’s mouth yawned open, and a wave of Dark Element—blind rage against the living—crashed forward like an echo.
Simon stood his ground and regarded it calmly.
[Stop.]
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
The Undead’s charge froze mid-lunge. The entire cavern seemed to darken to a greenish-blue, such was the overwhelming force of control.
Merin felt the fur across her entire body stand on end.
‘Simon?’
He was nothing like the Simon she knew.
That expression.
That aura.
A pressure so immense it made even the Undead tremble and flee in terror.
As if—
‘Back then…….’
-Screeeech!
The Undead fleeing from Simon spotted the unsuspecting Merin instead and lunged. Startled, she scrambled to her feet but forgot about the ice she’d created—her feet slid out from under her and she landed hard on her backside.
‘Oh no! What am I doing?’
Panicking, she flailed. Just as the Undead bared its teeth and went in for the bite—
Bang!
Simon fell from above. Pinning the thrashing Undead to the ground, he sat in lotus position atop it, smiling with complete composure.
“You all right? Merin.”
Thump—
Thump—
She nodded, breathing hard. For some reason, her heart was racing and she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Y-yes! Thanks!”
Simon seemed to be casting some kind of Curse; the Undead’s body was beginning to dissolve slowly.

* * *
Three hours later.
“Appalling,” Jane said coldly.
The Committee chairman held up the Undead that Simon and Merin had captured, displaying it to the Arena’s owners.
“If you have a mouth, you might as well use it to speak.”
Such a horrifying Undead creature had been lurking within the grounds.
The Balkeje family, who owned it, lay prostrate on the floor.
“My lord—we have committed a sin worthy of death!”
The Balkeje Aquatic Arena, a landmark of the Balkeje Region, was actually an ancient ruin that the royal family had once used as a place of leisure.
Their kingdom had fallen long ago, but its descendants survived, operating this Aquatic Arena to scrape by. The Balkeje Region was unsuitable for farming and lacked abundant resources, so it had to rely entirely on tourism. Fortunately, this Arena left behind by their ancestors proved ideal as a resort destination for nobility.
Then, one day.
People began to vanish from the Arena one by one.
Ill rumors spread, noble visitors stopped coming, and revenue steadily declined. The Balkeje family was too busy covering it up.
“I see,” Jane said, nodding silently.
The Balkeje family bowed their heads as they spoke.
“We have nothing left to hide!”
“You may demand compensation! We will not charge any usage fees!”
“The incident is resolved and the Arena is safe now, so please—for the Dark Festival—!”
Jane turned her back.
“We will return the Arena to its original location.”
“?!”
The Balkeje family’s mouths fell open at an outcome they could never have imagined.
Teleporting such a massive facility would cost an astronomical sum, equivalent to constructing a new Arena from scratch.
Cancel it? The Balkeje family had been certain that once the Arena was planted on Kizen soil, the contract would be sealed without fail.
But Jane was unmoved.
“We have no intention of holding the Dark Festival in an Arena where student safety was nearly compromised.”
Snap.
She snapped her fingers, and attendants poured in, arresting the Balkeje family.
“Wait, please, Professor! We are willing to pay for our crimes!”
“We beg you—reconsider at least returning the Arena—!”
They struggled desperately as they were dragged away, but Jane would not be swayed.
She turned to the Committee members.
“Investigate every Kizen official who verified and contracted with the Balkeje Arena. There’s no way they didn’t hear those rumors. There must be connections involved.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The Committee members departed, and Jane smiled warmly as she looked at Simon and Merin.
“Excellent work, Student Council. You two prevented what could have been a major disaster.”
Upon hearing Jane’s praise, Merin couldn’t hide her smile and replied with gratitude, but Simon seemed rather bemused.
“Are you really going to return the Arena? What about the cost—?”
“Once a problem has surfaced in a place, there’s no guarantee another won’t arise.”
Jane smiled broadly.
“Besides, I’ll report both of your efforts to headquarters and to Neftis. You did an excellent job.”
It seemed the matter had resolved well.
Merin felt relief wash over her as she looked at Simon.
“It worked out, didn’t it?”
Simon slowly nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, well.”
Simon ran his hand through his hair, narrowing his eyes slightly.
‘Everything’s… really resolved, right?’

* * *
Deep within the cave system of the Balkeje Arena, a heavy darkness hung thick in the air.
Seven hundred meters from the point where bones of Undead victims lay scattered in disarray.
Beyond the naturally formed narrow corridor, reaching into a place where no human hand had ever ventured.
Drip—
Drip—
Water droplets gathered on a long stalactite fell one after another.
A deep place unknown even to the Balkeje family who had maintained it their entire lives.
Drip—
Drip—
On the wall of this place.
Something flat was adhered to the stone.
A symbol that had no place in the Dark Alliance.
Creak—
Two elongated wooden planks crossed in an unmistakable form.
Creak—
A cross. There was no mistaking it.
The emblem of the Deva Goddess.
Anyone from this place who saw it would collapse in horror on the spot.
Beneath it lay the heads of the dead, arrayed on a silver platter.
An altar.
A blood offering to the goddess.
Slick.
A long tongue, slick with saliva, traced the end of the cross.
Ssshhhhh—
The tongue crawled slowly up the rough surface, leaving behind a glistening trail of spittle in its wake.
At last it reached the summit of the cross, and pale lips pressed against it.
“Soon now, into the arms of oblivion.”
The white hue of death.
Flooded the cavern.

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